After the practical exam, the scoring proceeded in a great hurry, and the successful passers of this exam were announced. Senior Lina, Chelsea and I were called by Mr. Caspel to visit the room where there were five men and women. I guess they are the successful candidates for this year's King's formula apprenticeship exam.
In it, I saw two familiar figures. A man with a grown big body and a girl with thin peach hair. Both are exams I ran into yesterday. I was wondering if the girl would take it lightly, but he also seemed to have taken it safely, saying it with the same look he had come up with as a last chance.
I remember last year as I was stared at by the colorful eyes directed at me. I also met Chelsea and Senior Lina in this very room.
"Seniors who will be your educators. Lina Beverstam, Laura Ampere and Chelsea Gawley from the right towards you."
If we meet the juniors face to face lightly, they will bow their heads again, too.
Mr. Caspel explained to me which junior we will receive as educators as he introduced this year's passers in turn.
First Chelsea, the inner looking glasses girl on the far right, was to be in charge of Senior Lina, a flashy girl with a cheerful looking tung-headed youth next to her and multiple colored meshes. And the two I'm in charge of,
"- Ask Mr. Laura for an educator for Mr. Iris and Mr. Basilio."
What a coincidence, it was two men and a girl I met yesterday.
The man sees my face and slightly opens his eyes. Then I smiled slowly as I was relieved. The girl, on the other hand, is in a good mood with Nico, staring at me with the same amber eyes as the last brave heroine.
"Sa, seniors. Please show him to the mixing room, respectively. Say hello!"
"Yeah, I changed it, it's Laura Ampere. Best regards,"
Leave the room and introduce yourself again. Honestly, I have nothing but anxiety, but these two are “special juniors” who are going to have a particularly intense relationship. I want to build as friendly a relationship as possible.
A girl just peered into my face with her head down.
"Hey, hey, senior, you remember me?
"I met him on exam day...... Mr. Iris"
"Haha, yeah! I'm glad you remember. Seniors pass one shot too, right? Then you don't need 'Mr.' because it's on my side. Nice to meet you, Senior Laura!
"Nice to meet you, Iris"
Call it what you're told, girl - Iris laughed with her mouth wide open. The word naive fits her perfectly. And she still seems to be a one-shot passing - probably - genius type.
I was a ponytail yesterday, but I'm making it a twin tail today. Something seems complicated. The hair arrangement is alive and well. I blur wondering if my fingertips are clever, looking at the twin tails that move perfectly according to my movements.
- Nevertheless, I keep my eye on the same “amber eyes” as the last brave heroine. Of course the difference in hair color, the face doesn't look similar to heroine in itself, but it was the first time I had met someone with amber eyes, so I'm going to put it on something for a while to remember.
"Oh, um..."
Unexpectedly a low voice broke in. If you look up there in a hurry, your green eyes and gaze will tangle.
He - Mr. Basilio - is a hard-working man who turned last chance into a thing. Though the position is the junior, he's a lot older than me at his real age.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Basilio. … as a result of your efforts, congratulations"
With that said, Mr. Basilio laughed modestly somewhere uncomfortable.
"Oh, no... I had Mr. Laura speak to me then, so I settled down and came to the exam. I'm an incompetent junior, thank you!
Big bow of your head, Mr. Basilio. From the moment I first met him in the hallway, I thought he was probably a serious person, but that first impression doesn't seem to betray me.
I was just thinking younger but smiling at him for how obviously nervous he was.
"Haha! Gali studied!
Iris laughed innocently. Mr. Basilio leans down and solidifies whether the words have just stabbed him in the chest.
Genius and hard work. The youngest to pass a single shot and the oldest to take the last chance. Everything is the opposite of the other two.
The fact that the educators are together, like me and Chelsea last year, will have many opportunities to make preparations together in the same training room. I'm also worried about my worrying guidance, but I'm also worried about the compatibility of these two opposites.
In an effort to somehow replace the air that just sank, I change the subject in an aggressive manner.
"Oh, yeah. Have you spoken to your family yet? We'll be living in a dorm, so you should say a good goodbye today."
"Oh, really? Then let's go now!
It was Iris who devoured more than he could have imagined on the subject he had spoken of in deception. She raised her voice to her surprise and ran out immediately.
As you can imagine, no, she's more free than you can imagine. I get the impression that I'm either intuitive or moving as I feel, as I think.
Follow Mr. Basilio and his little back as he contemplates a future swung by free-handed juniors. Ahead of her, she was in a room reserved as a waiting room for relatives of the examinees. The results of the exam are already out, so there are a lot of people who have already left, and the shadow is only pompous.
When Iris found the person he was looking for among them, he embraced the momentum well. That's how you wave at me.
The person she held innocently,
"Shit, that guy is my senior educator!
"Iris, why are you asking Sempai?... ah, you, that time."
I wanted to find Iris yesterday. He was a man with red hair.
When a man captures me with those amber eyes, he slightly loosens the wrinkles between his eyebrows. I still have sharp eyes, but sometimes I'm used to Arnold, and I didn't feel horrible.
On both sides of the man stood a silver-haired young man and a blonde young man whom he did not see yesterday. The outfit is very similar and a beautiful valley is formed when two red-haired men are pinched together. Not only are the two neighbors quite tall, but the red-haired man is also not taller.
"Master (Seiko), be more loving"
A silver-haired young man whispered to advise a red-haired man so. Then the man frowned in surprise for a moment, but immediately looked away from him uncomfortably.
"Ah? - Uh, no, I'm sorry. I was born with a bad mouth and eyes. It's Leannhardt. Iris... I know you feel thin too, but I grew up feeling free for a long time, so I might bother you a lot. But talent is certain. Please, say hello."
A man who says so and bows his head - Mr. Leanhardt. That attitude seems to convey a sense of compassion for the disciple/Iris.
I have a bad mouth, but I saw it as a deep emotional type. Iris suddenly raised his voice and laughed at Kerakera when he was unable to respond well without knowing how to return the words, while making a metaphorical thought about the characters shaping, which is deeply popular while on the main road - etc.
"Shizu is in serious mode and weird."
"Here, Iris."
It was the silver-haired young man who embarrassed Iris. He looked at me gently and narrowly.
That's where I notice. He also has “amber eyes," just like Iris and Leanhardt.
"My name is Sieg. Tell me if there's anything that bothers Iris in his head. We've had our hands burned too."
A young man with a soft waist who bows his head like that - Mr. Sieg. While staring into his amber eyes, I also make a meeting to respond.
Unexpectedly, another face peered all the way from next to Zeke smiling gently.
"It's Leon. Iris is a fucking troublesome kid, but he's not a bad guy. Regards."
It was the blonde young man - Mr. Leon - who said that in a tone similar to that of Mr. Lenhardt. The long slit eyes looking down at this one were still “amber” too.
All four have eyes of the same color. But the hair colors are all different, and we don't see much in common in the face either. Besides, both Iris and Mr. Sieg refer to Mr. Leanhardt as the "Master". In other words, aren't they family?
Reminds me of the last brave heroine figure in the back of my brain. She had silver hair. The physical characteristics of the amber eyes on the silver hair coincide with Mr. Sieg's. But the smiling look on Sieg's face never overlapped with the heroine.
"It's Laura Ampere. Nice to meet you."
I'm curious about the relationship between the four of us who have trouble seeing the connection, but it's rude to pry. And I don't have time to pry. As an educator who keeps his precious apprentice, we need to be a little quick and firm in order to reassure him.
After finishing his one-way greeting, Iris spoke to Mr. Leanhardt in a good mood. That circle of conversation extends to Mr. Sieg and Mr. Leon as well.
Iris is leaving them now for training. For a while, the four of us left the scene to enjoy the conversation.
"Ah, Mr. Laura!
I looked back to the voice I was called from behind. Then it was Basilio and - a woman with blue hair very similar to him - who stood there. If you look closely, your mouth is similar. Probably this one's a mother.
Mr. Basilio's mother and thoughtful woman approached me with a quick leg,
"You're Mr. Laura Ampere, aren't you? I'm Basilio's mother. This child will cause a lot of inconvenience due to poor guidelines, but I hope you don't abandon him for guidance. Best regards,"
That's what I said and bowed my head deeply.
Suddenly my junior mother bows her head and puzzles me. Anyway, if I didn't say hello to this one, I hurriedly opened my mouth.
"Oh, Mother? Um, I don't know if there's anything I can do about it, thank you."
If she returned it that way while confused, her mother bowed her head over and over with tears in her eyes. I guess I'm impressed with the passing of my son's memorial.
Even after that, my mother spoke to me. Although she did, it was sent by Mr. Basilio. Mr. Laura is busy, so, you know, you should go home because it's already beginning to set in the sun, or, obviously, while I question the mouth that tries to get the mother to go home, it's hard for someone else in the red to break into conversations between parents and children and watch the exchange silently.
As a result, the mother left in such a way that she would be rounded up by Mr. Basilio. If you smile and drop it off while you feel some kind of said gaze, one last time, you can bow your head big.
As soon as his mother leaves the holding room, Mr. Basilio next door leaks a small sigh. Looking up, he grinned bitterly to mislead his sigh.
"Sorry for the noise. My mother, overprotective. Because, as my mother used to say, I've been a bad guide for a long time, and I have to work twice as hard to be crowded....... I'm sure I will continue to, so I think it will cause a lot of inconvenience. So I'll apologize first, sorry."
Mr. Basilio doesn't seem to have much confidence in himself.
Sure enough, he didn't pass a single shot at an apprenticeship exam in the genus Wang like Iris did. It has fallen many times. But still, at the time I took it this time and became a successful apprentice, I said that I was a good enough person.
He glanced at the distance somewhere.
"For a long time, I've dreamed of making my own child a king's cook. Mother's. So we have to work hard."
The side is somewhere lonely.
He said it was “my mother's dream”. I didn't say it was “my dream”.